High-pressurized sun spreads over the harbor this morning, expanding the sky bluewards, carbonating wide open waters like sparkling champagne. Traffic over the route one bridge hums with the self-satisfaction of manifest destiny. Boats thread the narrow channel looking for a way out of that forest of aluminum masts. One boat at its mooring sends its singular wooden mast into the past attracting historical visions of clipper ships and rum. I sit forwards in a birch bark canoe paddling back to my wilderness.
CLEAR WATER
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I have mentioned this very simple summer hokku in at least two previous
postings, but never explained how or why it “works.” So here it is again,
re-transl...
1 week ago
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